Article by John Derbyshire |
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| NecessaryButImpossible Reading
Mark
Steyn’s excellent piece
in the February 8 issue of the Spectator (the English one,
not her American cousin) got me to thinking about things that are
necessary but impossible. Mark
writes about the need for the U.S. to get out of the UN.
This is (a) an obviously good idea, and (b) never going to happen.
There are rather a lot of things like that, leading one to suspect
that Western Civ, and in particular the USA’s instantiation of it, has
seized up somehow. "Rather
a lot?” you say.
“Come on, Derb, how many are there?”
Well, I thought of ten in less than that number of minutes, without
popping any arteries. If I were not oppressed and distracted by the prospect of
having to shovel my driveway (Long Island is in the middle of a
snowstorm), I bet I could come up with fifty more.
Here’s my personal top ten, anyway.
Remember, the parameters here are:
necessary (or at least a really, really good idea) but utterly
impossible for political, social, or unknown reasons.
Mark
Steyn doesn’t quite say it all. He
is scathing about how useless and anti-American the UN is, how it empowers
the worst and disenfranchises the best, and so on.
I would go further: I
think the U.N. is an evil institution, a limb of Satan. I don’t think it often does evil consciously (though it
sometimes does, as when the General Assembly gives the obligatory standing
ovation to whichever Mass Murderer of the Month has deigned to drop in on
them — Idi Amin, Fidel Castro, Yassir Arafat), but the effect of almost
everything it does is evil. A
large part of the Palestinian problem, for example, arises from the
client-ification of Arab
refugees (and their children, and their grandchildren...)
by UNRWA, the United Nations Relief and Works Agency for Palestinian
Refugees in the Near East. Does
the UN ever do good? I can
think of some cases. The
World Health Organization, which is affiliated to the UN in some way I
can’t be bothered to understand, has eliminated some nasty diseases. That’s an argument for a World Health Organization, though,
not an argument for the UN. Remember
when you bought that all-purpose gadget?
The fax machine that is also a scanner and a printer? The “entertainment center” that has a radio, CD player,
cassette player/recorder and speakers all in one box?
Wouldn’t you have been better off buying the separate bits, each
of the best quality you could find? Right.
Same with international bureaucracies.
If we need a World Health Organization or a refugee-relief agency,
let’s get one — one of each. Meanwhile
let’s withdraw from the UN horror show ASAP, and boot them out of our
country, and issue a permanent ban on any of their employees or
representatives ever setting foot in the USA.
Hell, let’s declare UN officials international outlaws, to be
shot on sight. Why stop with
half-measures?
I
looked, and it’s still there. This
is unfinished business from the Gingrich revolution. Ah, the Gingrich revolution (sigh). Scrapping the NEA was one of those things that was supposed
to get done, but somehow just never did.
Apparently, by some magic I cannot fathom, the Podunk Theater Arts
Group and the Natchitoches Disabled Black Lesbian Poetry Workshop have
voices that ring louder in the halls of Congress than those of 200 million
honest American philistines. What
on earth use is the NEA? I
have written two novels, and am feeling the urge to write another one, but
it never occurred to me to ask Joe Taxpayer to feed my children while I do
so. What kind of “artist”
would behave like that? What
kind of person, not raised in North Korea, would think that, having had a
creative thought, the next item of business should be to fire off a
begging letter to Washington DC? Every
communist country in the world, from Lenin’s Russia down to present-day
Cuba and China, has a state-financed Writer’s Union, an Artist’s
Union, and so on. Can you
name a single book, a single painting, a single play or ballet, that any
of these bodies has ever produced?
Of course you can’t. Satisfy
the market, find a rich patron, or starve in a garret — great art has
been produced by all three methods. Nothing
has ever been produced by governments departments of culture, or National
Endowments for the Arts. We
have a vigorous market, great numbers of rich people, and lots of garrets.
Let’s use them. (And
speaking of rich patrons: that
novel I’m thinking about writing....)
Just
shut it down, cold turkey. Give
everyone a few months’ notice, to give private enterprise time to gear
up. Heck, I use private
enterprise for anything important, anyway.
The USPS is hopeless. Standing
in line at the post office — I waste a couple of hours a month doing
just that — is like time travel. I
am back in my childhood in socialist Britain, waiting with my Dad at the
local Ministry of Health office for my issue of free orange juice.
Here
is how stupid the USPS is. You
want to mail a book? Fine, it
can go book rate. You want to
slip a one-page scribbled note to the recipient in with the book? Sorry, that makes it a letter — book rate no longer
applies. You
know the post office as well as I do.
Here comes the lunchtime crowd — better shut down a couple of
service windows! Waiting
on line for a government employee to interpret insane regulations for you
is a thing the old USSR used to be famous for.
It is a thing up with which free people should not put.
Shut it down!
There
are things that are difficult to do because you are up against huge
intellectual and sentimental inertia — getting out of the UN, for
example. There are things
that are intractable because democracy works against itself and needs deep
structural reform — like the public spending problem (see below).
And then there are things that desperately need doing, that
overwhelming majorities of the citizenry wants done, and the doing of
which is crucial to the most basic issues of national security, yet which
don’t get done for reasons nobody can explain.
Here we are with a number of illegal immigrants — people who
introduced themselves to the USA by breaking the very first law they had
an opportunity to break — that is either 7 million, or 11 million, or
some number in between. We
can’t even count them. It’s
true that not all of them are easy to find, but a heck of a lot of them
are. Give me a gun, a badge,
and a good police dog, and I could walk out of my house any morning of the
week and round up a dozen I-I’s. They
congregate on certain street corners in my town, looking for a day’s
work. Why can’t we do
this? People
who have actually seen the feddle gummint in operation, colleagues who
have worked in Washington DC, tell me that nothing ever gets done.
“It’s just turf fights and musical chairs.
Nobody actually does anything.”
The first time I heard this, I was skeptical.
All those sleek, well-paid bureaucrats must be doing something.
No: the
immigration fiasco proves the case.
They are doing nothing, nothing, nothing.
Why
do public-sector workers need unions?
The purpose of unions is to protect employees against unscrupulous
bosses, who might seek to maximize profits by taking advantage of those
who work for them. In the
public sector, however, there are no profits to be maximized, no
shareholders to appease. The
work that is being done is being done in the public interest — against
which, as Calvin Coolidge quite correctly declared, there is no right to
strike. So what do government
workers need unions for? If public-sector workers don’t like their pay and
conditions, they can appeal to the tax-paying public, who are their
ultimate employers. If that
doesn’t work, they can go get jobs in the private sector, and take their
chances with capitalism, like free citizens of a free nation. Please
don’t write and whine to me: “I’m
a public servant. I’ve
worked my buns off for 30 years at a demanding and essential job, for an
unimpressive salary. Why are
you being mean to me?” I’m
not being mean to you. I like
you. Thank you for your work, for your service to my country.
I sincerely thank you.
I just don’t see why you need a union. This
one is impossible, of course, because the public sector is now so vast and
well-organized they can win elections all by themselves.
The Democratic Party is essentially a party of public-sector
workers. So...
Take
away their vote. If you let
public employees vote, what do you think they are going to vote for?
For more public spending, more government jobs, higher government
wages. Can you vote yourself
a pay raise? No, and neither
can I. Bill Bureaucrat and
Pam Paperpusher can, though, and they do.
Bill and Pam have no problem at all with ever-swelling public
budgets, with ever-expanding public services, with the creeping socialism
that is slowly throttling our liberties out of existence.
Please
don’t write and whine to me: “I’m
a public servant. I’ve
worked my buns off for 30 years at a demanding and essential job, for an
unimpressive salary. Why are
you being mean to me?” I’m
not being mean to you. I like
you. Thank you for your work, for your service to my country.
I sincerely thank you.
I just don’t see why you should have a vote. Working
for the State, or the Nation, is a great privilege and an honor.
It brings with it great security, since States and Nations very,
very rarely go out of business. Let
privilege, honor and security be rewards enough; let’s not gild the lily
with fripperies like voting rights.
Item:
There is a firm in Houston named Quietflex that makes ducts for air
conditioners. Theur workforce
includes a lot of Mexican immigrants, and a lot of Vietnamese immigrants.
None of these folk speak English very well, so the firm needs
supervisors who are trilingual in English, Vietnamese and Spanish.
Finding that there are no such people, the firm put the Mexican
workers in one department, the Vietnamese in another.
Since your average Vietnamese immigrant has nimbler fingers, and
probably a better education, than your average Mexican immigrant, the
department that the Vietnamese-immigrant workers are concentrated in pays
slightly better than the other. This
has brought the wrath of just about everybody down on Quietflex:
the National Labor Relations Board, the Equal Employment
Opportunities Commission, the New
York Times, and for all I know the UN as well.
Nobody so far seems to have told the Mexican-immigrant employees
that if they don’t like the situation, they can go look for work
elsewhere — perhaps in a Mexican-owned firm, of which Texas has many.
Or how about in Mexico itself? Item:
Charles Bell, who is a homosexual, was fired after four months as
manager of Leona Helmsley’s Park Lane Hotel, in New York City.
He had lied on his résumé to get the job, a fact that had been
covered up by the hotel’s Chief Operating Officer Patrick Ward, another
homosexual. Bell has admitted
that he used illegal drugs while employed at the Park Lane.
He also handed out free hotel rooms to friends of the same
persuasion as himself. On one
occasion, he invited 20 leather fetishists to the hotel in advance of a
downtown party. Mrs. Helmsley,
who is 82, encountered one of these persons, in full leather fetish
regalia, when she stepped into the elevator.
(“’He was dressed completely in black leather?’ Mrs.
Helmsley’s attorney asked. ‘Not
completely,’ snapped Bell.” — from the court report in the New
York Post, 1/16/03.) The
jury found for Bell, and awarded him $11 million for his distress.
Eleven million dollars. Given
that our rights to private property and freedom of association are
supposed to be among the very pillars of our legal order, why shouldn’t
Quietflex put Spanish-speaking employees in one room, under a bilingual
English-Spanish-speaking supervisor, and Vietnamese-speaking employees in
another, under a bilingual English-Vietnamese-speaking supervisor?
Who is hurt by this — actually hurt?
It is true that the Mexican-immigrant employees would be paid more
if they spoke Vietnamese: but
then, they’d be paid more if they were George Clooney.
The right to earn as much as someone else earns is not in the
Constitution. Why shouldn’t
Leona Helmsley fire an employee when she learns that he is homosexual, and
that his sex habits are getting in the way of him doing his job?
Why should anyone have to hire homosexuals, anyway?
Lot’s of people don’t like homosexuals.
You may think that is wicked of them, and you are entitled to your
opinion, but I can’t see why a businessman should be forced to hire
people whose personal habits he doesn’t like. There
was once a politician who said out loud that anti-discrimination laws were
an infringement of our sacred liberties.
That was Barry Goldwater, and that was 40 years ago.
Back in those days, if you wanted $11 million, you had to invest
cleverly, or work really hard at building a business, or be born into a
rich family — none of them obnoxious or immoral things.
Now you can take up some freakish lifestyle, lie about it on your résumé,
insult your employer, squeeze out a few tears on the witness stand, and
— ker-ching!
The
states are in trouble — you’ve read about that. My own state, New York, is looking at a $5 billion budget
gap. The reason is not hard
to find. In the dot-com boom
years, and even for some time after them, my state government spent money
like a drunken sailor. The
Business Council of New York State has all the stats.
In the five years to September 2002, the state added more than
10,000 jobs, an increase of 4½ per cent, raising the state’s payroll by
about $3 billion. Just in the year after 9/11, New York State lost 43,700
private-sector jobs... and added 2,900 public-sector ones.
Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.
You
know the story. California is
in a similar mess. Why?
Why did New York State need 10,000 more employees in September 2002
than it needed in September 1997? Was
I getting 4½ per cent more services from my state in 2002 than in 1997? Or
were existing services 4½ per cent better?
These
things you are not allowed to ask. There
is an ineluctable law of nature at work here.
Unlike you and me, a state gets to spend more money every year,
every blessed year, come rain or shine, come hell or high water.
Why? I already told
you: you are not allowed
to ask.
Who
wants Puerto Rico? Well,
obviously the Puerto Ricans do. It’s
their place. Not “their
country” because it isn’t a country.
It’s a “commonwealth,” which is a fancy way of saying it’s
a US colony. What are we doing in the colony business?
Isn’t this a free republic?
Didn’t we get started in the first place as an anti-colonial
enterprise? We
can’t offer Puerto Rico statehood because they have nothing in common
with us, not even a language. (And,
oh, also because any Senator or Representative who voted for such a
measure would be lynched on return to his home district.)
What’s that you say? — Puerto Ricans have fought bravely in our
country’s wars? Great! Let’s give US citizenship to those who have done so!
God bless them! For the rest — give them back their country.
The
USA has not tested a nuclear weapon since 1992. Though we have never ratified the Comprehensive Test Ban
Treaty of September 1996 (in a rare spasm of good sense, the US Senate
voted it down in 1999), there is an “understanding” among the major
nuclear powers not to test. Russia
last tested a weapon in 1990; Britain
in 1991; China and France in 1996. Most
of our nuclear weapons are old — some more than 30 years old.
Nuclear weapons are made of unstable substances.
They deteriorate in time. (To
the degree, according to one Russian scientist, that they start to get warm.)
They become ineffective at some unknown rate. Some portion of our nuclear stockpile is now worthless.
What proportion? We have no idea. Testing
would help us find out. The
objection to this is that if we resumed testing, so would everyone else.
Fine: let ‘em.
I want other counties nukes to work well, too.
If China, say, gets to feel that only one in five if her nukes are
operational, they will launch five to do the job of one.
That is not good. If
Hu Jintao wants to pop the big flashbulb over Suffolk County, I’ll take
my chances. Knowing that five
of the suckers are incoming is a lot more difficult for me to cope with. You
can never have
too many nukes. The
main thing is to make sure that we have more than anyone else, and that
the darn things work. We
have plenty of deserts, and access to outer space, too.
Let’s get our nuclear arsenal buffed up, shining, and ready to
go. (My NRODT colleague Jeff Hart has a saying I like: “We shouldn’t build any more nuclear weapons till we’ve used the ones we’ve got.” Right!) |
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